SamTheKingOfHell and HuntressOfFlames hold no ownership of the Percy Jackson Series or the Greek gods except maybe our insanity. On the positive note we own this story line and we say to those wanting to take it. "Piss Off". May this be recognized as a disclaimer Ya assholes.

Prologue

It was a particularly stormy solstice this winter. Rain was splattering against the windows of apartments in Manhattan, and thunder shouting in the distance, but in the Kingdom of Olympus all was well. It was time for the council to convene.

As per usual Zeus blathered on and on about how great he was and how big his bloody dick was but he is not important at this very moment. If you went into the future around 3 hours, you would find Apollo lying on the ground, clearly dead, the Olympian gods looking shocked and Zeus looking panicked. Now go back 10 or so minutes and press play.

A thud echoed across the vast throne room. Thirteen pairs of eyes flickered to where Apollo had just collapsed. Whimpering and whining, the handsome young god twisted and turned, clearly having a nightmarish vision.

"No, No. Get away from me. GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" He screamed, clawing at his face. "NO. I WILL NEVER TELL HER. I SWORE I WOULDN'T!" he cried.

The gathered gods looked in shock as the babymaker of their group collapsed, shivering and shaking.

"NO NO NO NO N-" He stopped.

Slowly he floated up, as if he was weightless. He reached his feet and he stood there.

The gods looked at him, clearly cautious on how they should approach this, when his head whipped up and where his once beautiful, sky blue eyes were only irises of green. He was lifted up, a great wind affecting the throne room but he was not being disturbed by the . He floated in front of his throne, and in what felt like a wait that lasted for eternity, his mouth and eyes exploded into a torrent of green smoke.

The Oracle had been called forth.

The green smoke coiled and twisted like a snake, wrapping itself around Apollo's body. A scream escaped the smoke, not one of Apollo's, but one that sounded like a thousand voices, all in unanimous agreement that they were in pain.

"A horse of bone,

A sword of stone,

Shall bring this world to hell,

RUN MY LORDS. RUN. FOR WHAT IS COMING YOU SHALL NOT STOP. FOR THE ONCOMING STORM HAS BEEN BROUGHT UPON YOU AND YOU SHALL BE JUDGED, RUN MY LORDS AND MAY THE FATES HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOULS!"

And with that last word, fire erupted from Apollo's skin, twisting and curling into the smoke.

Combining to create an unholy bastard, made from pain and death.

With a flash of power and light, Olympus fell into darkness.

Within moments, Greek Fire flickered back into life and shone upon what was once Apollo's beautiful eyes, which were now ghastly holes full of black smoke and pouring red blood.

And on the wall, written behind a throne of stone devoid of any power, were the words:

"With Love,

Perseus"

Hey howdy ho guys this is SamTheKingOfHell and his irritating little sis, HuntressOfFlames, and this here is our ridiculously action packed story line we made up when we were tired, from a long ass car trip, as all crap. Hope you enjoy and to all those flamers, See you tonight honey ;)